Doa (feat. TD, T1 Siraq, TALLEST, Nine & Sneaks)

Aye listen

Lemme hear it, lemme hear it

I got it, I got it

Aye Shut this, shut this

Free the fucking guys man

Uhh, uhh

Fuck all the opps man

Scary made this cold

Aye, Chino

Aye, DOA, DOA

What's man talking about?

He didn’t make it to the pavement

Didn’t make it to the pavement

Wait, man can't hear the beat

What can you hear it?

Yeahh, you know da ting

Aye Roy Roy, Aye DOA, cuz

Wet that down, no cappin'

Right now I’m feeling like Freddy or Jason

He got yucked, blood spilled, it’s blatant

We left my man leaking on the pavement

I'm on the- I'm on the hunt, Liam Neeson, taken

Hit him up, body shots, use them lazers

Come to the Moor, G-Locks and Razors

Wet that down, no cappin'

Right now I’m feeling like Freddy or Jason

He got yucked, blood spilled, it’s blatant

We left my man leaking on the pavement

I'm on the- I'm on the hunt, Liam Neeson, taken

Hit him up, body shots, use them lazers

Come to the Moor, G-Locks and Razors

What you know bout tellin' them "Pick up your mans"? (Telling them pick up your mans)

I'm tellin' Camz "Go pick up your shank"

Had bine with the Yardies, Chopz got seasoned like he’s a lamb

When I’m flingin' out bine, we ain’t typin' back

He ain’t ever touch nobody

We don’t listen to PJ rap

On sight, man bine him

Lz got jooked, he weren’t on man's timing

Now we gotta run when the members find him

It gets dark but I swear its excitin'

I'm in the field, go Ape, go viking

Been fryin', I saw him and I knifed him

Attendance high, I been known for glidin'

Head top splashed, they know about my ting

DoRoad got bun there, he just a neek (He just a neek)

He can’t party, ain’t no fun over there

Had barbies pushing police (Barbies pushing police)

They try drill it at the barbecue, known mine ain’t pushing the peace

Of course suttin' got caught

Had section 60 runnin' for weeks (Section 60 running for weeks)

Stuff five in the ride tryna slap off my handgun

You know bout our ting, we ripped CMoney (We ripped CMoney)

On the same strip we got SWavey, you know that’s funny

I can’t wait till I catch me a bunny

Shotty corn spread, gon' kick at his tummy

I'm gonna fright night bun up his mummy

You know bout R to the fucking brucky

I lost K, I ain’t hearing I’m a civ

Boy, you better duck when corn start ring

Six in the pump live-o at his bit

First one to walk out the door gets wigged

CMoney and S Wavey, on the same strip

Same road everyone left Thumpz to get ripped

I'm on Chino lane screamin' "Run or hold six"

Still anti Hill, bro, fuck the 6

We're the ones causing the Lambeth tension

Thought he was tough, now that days his remembrance

Get a drop on a party and pepper it

It ain’t the DJ the one who’s shelling it

Little man dashed, by the time he looked back, the Double D’s took turns on wettin' it

Four of them dead, I think they're forgettin' it

(I think they’re forgetting it)

Pull up and lamp off

Sneaks tryna spank off

Run into me, long day, get shanked up

Five man squashed in the Jag', that's bad luck

I got my shank tucked, he wanna act up

Run up on me and he got himself splashed up

I think his blood is still on the scene

He’s layin' on the pavement still there waiting

Double D left that OMG

I ran and left who? (I ran and left who?), that couldn’t be me

Little man ran didn’t stay to see

(Chest shot) Chest shot gang's taggin' ST

I smoked one with the gauge

While Nine on my right just chingin' up neeks

Its peak, Tank had the 9 and missed the whole clip, should’ve gave it to me

Wet that down, no cappin'

Right now I’m feeling like Freddy or Jason

He got yucked, blood spilled, it’s blatant

We left my man leaking on the pavement

I'm on the- I'm on the hunt, Liam Neeson, taken

Hit him up, body shots, use them lazers

Come to the Moor, G-Locks and Razors

Wet that down, no cappin'

Right now I’m feeling like Freddy or Jason

He got yucked blood spilled, it’s blatant

We left my man leaking on the pavement

I'm on the- I'm on the hunt, Liam Neeson, taken

Hit him up, body shots, use them lazers

Come to the Moor, G-Locks and Razors